So I will take the water-damaged drywall in my kitchen in
stride. It’s just a nuisance. It probably was caused by an overflowed toilet
incident in the bathroom upstairs. I dug out all the crumbling drywall and
waited for two weeks, watching to see if there were any more signs of water. No
more water. So I’ve begun patching the holes and soon I’ll get to paint my
entire kitchen. It was painted a few years ago, too long to get by just
touching up the damaged part. Oh well. It's just drywall, paint, time, and a few days of disorder.
When I had my most recent breast surgery several years ago, I
wore headphones in the operating room. I went out and came to listening to Bob
Marley . . . No Woman No Cry seemed perfect for the occasion. I just may go on
a Bob Marley binge while I’m painting the kitchen to remind me that I can
handle what I have to handle, that God will get me through both big fears and
minor aggravations. No Woman No Cry.
Glad to know that everything is going to be okay.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Every little thing gonna be alright.
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